by Malone, Q.
Kyra took control of the kiss. This time, it was she who drew his tongue into her mouth. She who sucked on it and slid hers over his. Telling him what she wanted with her tongue. The deep tugging at her center started as a sweet, dull ache that deepened with every kiss. His hands slid under her silky kimono and caressed her bare back. Her nipples rubbed against the soft silk fabric and hardened to pinpoints, the pleasure so intense it burned. When Bryan captured her breast in his hand, she moaned into his mouth.
“Jesus, Kyra. You make me want to lose control.”
“Control is overrated.” She wanted him. For once, she was going to do the reckless thing and have what she wanted.
Gently, he circled the tip of her nipple with his thumb. Her nipple tightened immediately, and she fought for breath.
“God, I love how responsive you are.”
His thick erection pressed insistently into her belly as he devoured her lips and stroked her breast. Reaching between them, she tugged on his belt. She fumbled with his button and grunted with satisfaction when it gave. Sliding her hands into his jeans, she closed her fingers around him and squeezed.
“Mm, baby, maybe that’s not the best idea right now. I’ve been ready to explode since this afternoon.”
She didn’t listen. Instead, she rubbed her thumb over his smooth tip. His fingers dug into the flesh of her ass, and he muttered curses through clenched teeth.
“You’re so big.”
“Now you’re just adding flattery to sooth the torture.” His hips bucked, pushing him further into her palm. A drop of precum oozed out of the wide tip, giving her palm some lubrication.
“You got to taste me. I think it’s only fair that I taste you too.” Kneeling in front of him, Kyra held onto the full length of him with both hands and pumped in slow, fluid movements. When she added her mouth, circling the tip of him, he groaned her name and dug his fingers into her hair. He tasted spicy and salty and manly. And he was hers.
Using her tongue to help lubricate him, she slid her mouth over the entire length of him, then ever-so-slowly inched back. Every time he hit the back of her throat, she deliberately relaxed her throat muscles, taking him even deeper. She repeated the motion, and time stood still as he called her name. With one hand, she cupped his balls, gently massaging them. When she began to work the ridge directly under the tip with her tongue, he pulled her away.
“Baby, shit, you have to stop, otherwise, I’m coming into your mouth.”
She pulled back and gave him a devilish smile. “Isn’t that the point?”
“Not when I want to make love to you.”
“There you go, ruining my fun again,” she muttered.
“I promise, you can spend as much time as you want torturing me—later. Right now, I have other plans.”
She stood and swayed a little.
“Let me help you.” He turned her around and settled her over her desk. “I’ve been thinking of doing this since this afternoon.”
As he lay her belly-down on her desk, he caressed her ass. “Your skin is so gorgeous. The color of cinnamon. One day, when I have more time, I’m going to spend a day playing with you.” He gave her a quick tap on the ass, and she quickly inhaled.
He did it again with his left hand, and she squirmed. The heat of the sting mingled with the pull of desire.
Kyra shook in anticipation as she heard him removing the rest of his clothes behind her. Finally, he stood behind her with both hands on her ass. “Widen your legs for me, sweetheart.”
Legs shaking, she complied. When he leaned forward, he licked at the moist lips of her pussy again, and she let out a low keening sound she didn’t even know she knew how to make.
“Let me take care of you, Kyra.”
She sighed and forced her body to relax, allowing her thighs to fall open some more. As he feasted on her again, his thumb traced a path from the opening of her cleft, over the stretched skin between her pussy and her anus, spreading her juices over her unexplored hole. She stilled and tensed. That was new.
“It's okay, baby, I'm only playing with you today. I won’t take this beautiful ass of yours just yet.”
As he continued his ministrations of licking her slit, she rocked her hips back against him. She wanted him. She was already so close. “Bryan, hurry, please.”
***
She wanted him to hurry? Not likely. But he was past his desperate point. With a final lick, he stood behind her and guided the tip of his cock to her moist entrance. Just feeling her heat against him was enough to shoot him right to the edge. Fuck. He wanted to be inside her before he came. But as badly as he wanted to feel her against him with nothing separating them, he wasn’t a fool. He sheathed himself in a condom before aligning his dick again. Slowly, he slid into her.
Inch by inch, he took it slow. He could feel the panting of her breath as she took each inch of him. He watched her grip on the edge of the desk. When she clenched it tight, he retreated just a little. When her fingers loosened again, he slid in further. They continued this dance until he was fully seated inside her soft and willing pussy. Sweat popped on his brow as he slowly retreated and slid back into her. He wanted to do nothing but fuck her for hours and hours and hours. The tight glove of her pussy milked his cock, and he tried in vain to ward off the orgasm.
Kyra arched her back. Anxious to have her come with him, he secured her hips to him and reached under her to pluck the tips of her nipples. She shuddered, and her pussy immediately milked him. Jesus. He pinched one of her nipples again, and she swore. He kissed her shoulder blade and whispered, “Touch yourself for me, baby. Help yourself along. Show me what to do to make you come.”
She reached underneath herself, and he could feel her pussy quiver around him the moment she started circling her clit. He bit her shoulder, and she called out his name. “Oh, God, Bryan.”
He drove into her with that same measured pace. He wanted to ride her hard, but he didn't want to hurt her. Gritting his teeth, with his free hand, he wet his thumb with more of her slick juices and circled it about her tight brown pucker once more. He watched in wonder as the rosette quivered under his touch. He performed the action again and again, and each time, her whole body convulsed and she pushed back against his invading cock.
Putting his thumb in his mouth, he worked saliva onto it before bringing it back to her tight rosette. Gently, he pushed, and she went perfectly still beneath him. He withdrew his thumb again before reinserting to the first knuckle.
Beneath him, she gasped his name.
“That's it, baby. Take it. Feel how tight you are. Focus on the sensations. I can make you feel good, if you let me. I’ve been dreaming of your ass since I first laid eyes on you.”
“Bryan, I…I don't…”
He withdrew his thumb again, in time with his cock. Then penetrated her once more in both tight holes. She moaned and pushed her hips back against him.
As her breathing grew more rapid, the leash on his control waned. He increased his pace, and she met him thrust for thrust. The walls of her pussy glided over every ridge of him as he drove into her, and her ass tried to hold onto his thumb He felt the spasms of the walls in her slick channel, and knew she would come around him at any moment. Releasing her breast, he reached up and caressed her lower lip.
“Come on, Kyra. Let go for me. I’ll catch you.”
Her violent orgasm trapped both his cock and his thumb inside her body. Her groan of ecstasy reverberated about around her office.
A gray haze filtered on the periphery of his vision as his balls tightened. His orgasm started in his toes and moved up his spine. Tingles snaked through his body until he was driving with no other thought except emptying himself inside her.
Chapter 6
Kyra woke with sore thighs and an otherwise relaxed body. The sun streaked through the plantation blinds, illuminating her bedroom. Bryan’s arm was still slung around her waist. It had pinned her to him all night, refusing to let go. She wiggled in his grasp, and he tucked
her more firmly against himself.
His thick cock pressed against her ass, and she flushed just thinking about what they'd done last night. She'd never been so at ease and so open with anybody in her life. Now she had everything she could want and imagine in Bryan. All she had to do was take it. He was what she wanted.
“You keep wiggling like that, and you'll wake the sleeping dragon.”
Deliberately, Kyra gyrated her hips, pushing back against him. His cock nudged her more insistently, dipping into the juncture of her thighs. Obediently, she parted them, allowing him better access. He hissed when the tip of his cock came into contact with her slick pussy.
“Oh, I think he's up.”
Bryan nuzzled her neck as the tip of his cock nudged her cleft. “I swear woman, you're trying to kill me.” She moaned, and he immediately paused. “Shit, baby, are you sore?”
She nodded. “Yeah, everywhere, but in a delicious way.”
He tried to pull away, but she ground her hips back.
“Baby, I fully intend to have you anywhere and everywhere that I can, but I was a little hard on you last night. I want to give you time to recoup.”
Raising an eyebrow, she turned to face him and sat up. Throwing a leg over his hips, she said, “When are you going to learn that I don’t take well to being dictated to?”
Kyra reached between them and took his thickness into her palm. Her fingers barely reached around his girth. Slowly, she stroked down, and he moaned. He gripped the sheets in tightly fisted hands. “Ah, Kyra, you'll just—”
“Hush now,” she whispered as she stroked up and over the straining purple head.
Bryan ground his teeth and squeezed his eyes shut. “Fuck.”
“Yeah, that’s the idea.” She continued to stroke him until his hips started to pump up into her hands. Knowing that he was too far gone in pleasure to try and stop her, she positioned her core over the tip of his cock. Inch by excruciating inch, she lowered herself onto him. She needed to feel all of him inside her. Throbbing. Satisfying that deep ache. When she slid up a couple of inches, he whispered a string of curses vulgar enough to make her blush and grabbed tight hold of her ass.
Loving the feeling of his big hands kneading and squeezing her flesh, she leaned forward. “Yes, Bryan, this is what I want. You. All of you.”
He answered her by stroking upward, and she tossed her head back. He let her set the rhythm, only occasionally staying her hips and breathing harshly. “Baby, I swear to God. I will come if you move.”
Testing him, she squeezed her inner muscles around his throbbing cock.
“Fuck, Kyra. Jesus.” He slid his hand over her ass and parted her seam with his fingers. Gently, he explored the seam until he reached the tight pucker. “Are you sore here from last night?”
Kyra moaned and tossed her head back. “No.”
Bran picked up his rhythm. “Did you like what I did to you? Would you like me to do it again?”
His finger lightly grazed the sensitive flesh, but not enough to send her over the edge like last night. “Mm-hm.”
“Tell me, baby, I need to hear it. As soon as I hear it, I'll give you some more of what I know you like.”
“Yes. Please. God, I liked it.”
True to his word, he circled the rosette with the pad of his finger once, and her body tensed in anticipation. Twice, and her skin tingled as the base of his cock stroked against her clit. Three times, and he withdrew, and the tip of his cock stroked against her g-spot. On the final pass of his questing finger, he slid the digit in just as her body started to quake. Ecstasy exploded throughout her body, and Bryan's hips jerked beneath her as he stroked her with his cock and his finger. As she quaked around him, he drove into her twice more before his cock jerked inside her and she felt the hot bath of his seed in her womb.
“God, Bryan,” she moaned and collapsed against his chest.
“Kyra, I love you.” He held her tight to his chest and didn’t disengage their bodies.
She smiled into his shoulder. “I love you too.” She smiled into his shoulder.
He smiled broadly at her. “I think we're going to need a love contract after all.”
THE END
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Q Malone’s love of all things romance and adventure started with a tattered romantic suspense she borrowed from her cousin. It was a sultry summer afternoon in Ghana, and Q was a precocious thirteen. She's been in love with kick butt heroines ever since.
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Excerpt from Sexy in Stilettos
by Nana Malone
Chapter One
He looks ready to kill me.
Jaya Trudeaux searched her father’s usually impassive, though now clearly angry, features. Furrowed brows, check. Tight lips, check. Throbbing vein above his left brow accompanied by a slight twitch in the left eye, courtesy of a long ago tango with a door jamb, check and check. Yep, Pierre was pissed.
Jaya dragged her eyes from her father’s glare and focused on the All-Tech Conference selection committee, giving them her best, sweet-girl-next-door meets competent-business woman, meets fellow-nerd smile. This she knew how to do. She understood the client’s needs, what it would take to pull off a conference of their magnitude, and that these guys were more SyFy channel than MTV. They wouldn’t be swayed with a flashy marketing presentation. They wanted someone who understood their world. Too bad it wasn’t the presentation her father wanted her to give.
As Jaya closed, she looked each of the selection committee members in the eye to make the connection. “Trudeaux Events might not have the flash of Starbuck like some of our competitors—” she indicated the placard with their list of competition. They’d all made pitches and most had gone the more flash than substance route. Suckers. “But we understand your needs. And we can meet them.”
Her fellow nerds beamed at her. Maybe it was the Battlestar Galactica reference. Maybe they recognized a kindred soul. Maybe they liked her legs. Either way, Trudeaux Events would certainly make the top two candidates for the conference. As the conference would bring well over twenty thousand attendees to San Diego, it would be a huge boon for the event company to land the business. If they were selected, maybe her father would finally make her an event lead.
As soon as the last handshakes were dealt and Brett James, the president of All-Tech thanked them for their time, Pierre Trudeaux indicated the door. Jaya’s stomach dropped. Well damn. Worst thing was, he had Derrick Cooley, Trudeaux’s VP of Corporate Events, trailing right behind him as they exited the boardroom. This couldn’t be good.
They were probably pissed she hadn’t gone through with their approved presentation. Derrick had pushed for something flashier, wanting to capture the client’s attention, and had refused to listen to her ideas for the presentation. Not to mention he hated her. How the hell she’d ever thought she wanted to marry that asshole was beyond her. She must have been high.
Back stiff, she exited out the closest door and started her explanations before they could get a word in edgewise. “I know that’s not the original presentation you talked about, but I’m uniquely attuned to this market and I feel like—” She didn’t finish. Both of them shot her looks so cold she could feel the icicles forming in her gut.
“In my office, Jaya,” her father said.
This. Was. Not. Good. Okay. Plan B time. She wasn’t above begging. Jaya wanted this client. Needed this client. She’d gone out and recruited this business. It was hers. If they gave the account to Derrick, or worse
, to her sister, Tamara, she’d have a fit.
Once in Pierre’s austere office, Jaya settled in one of the guest chairs she knew her father selected deliberately to make people uncomfortable in his presence. Her father took his post behind his desk, looking every bit the authoritarian dictator he wished he were. Derrick remained standing, which gave him that additional position of power. Instead of looking at her, he stared out the window. Prick.
She sucked in a deep breath and marshaled her nerves. Come on gang. Once more with feeling. “Look. I’m sorry. But you saw the client—they don’t care about being the cool kids. They care about authenticity. No offense intended, Derrick, but your presentation would have lost them.” She drew in a breath. “Next time I’ll follow your direction, but clients like this need a plan they can get behind. They’re slow and steady comic-book readers. They don’t care about the latest cool-kid party.”
Derrick didn’t even wait for her father to speak, nor did he face her. “There won’t be a next time, Jaya.”
“What?” Her eyes burrowed on her father’s face. Impassive. But was that really a surprise? “Okay, look, bench me for the next few months if you want, but I’m the best presenter you have. I—”
Derrick turned from his position at the enormous floor to ceiling windows overlooking San Diego’s skyline. “No. Not for a few months. Forever.”
Jaya's anger simmered to life. But instead of its low-grade burn, it roared to five-alarm status. She turned her gaze on her father. “Dad?” Derrick didn’t have the authority to fire her. She still had more shares in the company than he did. Until, of course, he married Tamara.
Her father said nothing for a long moment, the barest hint of exhaustion in his features. “There’s a position in accounting if you would prefer. It would be a better fit. I think—”
Jaya blinked. “Did you just say ‘accounting’? Dad. I’m not an accountant. I’m an event planner. This is who I am.”
